We are worn from the inside out,
Warmth and solidity at our backs
And your light at my feet.
We feel it like fingers under our skin -
Tired bones and songs we've never heard.
Waiting, trusting -
Scars and another day ending.
We desire dark roads
And night air on sunburns,
Peace - we never even wanted good.
The last sunrise of a dying man -
We know this song,
And we soak up poison -
Wishful thinking sending tremors into graves.
We've always known.
Where is my light?
Shine.
- Author: CindyB ( Offline)
- Published: December 22nd, 2019 20:24
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 33
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